[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
[img]https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9KcoJWQD6-Y/UuaI_GgT5OI/AAAAAAAAHK4/QkwHggLw11s/s800/kills1.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : E9 (Front porch) --> Inside house (G6) 
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]None[/center][hr][hr]

It was almost a god-send to finally being able to sit down and just do nothing; no walking, no looking over ones shoulder, no fear of what was lurking just around the corner. Just sitting down was luxury none of them could normally afford, so his pray went partly to God for letting them find that little piece of Paradise. But Manny's question of "For what?" made Alexander look back up at him again. He figured that Manny knew what he meant, but that it was no big deal helping him around. Friends were like that. Alexander gave Manny a tired smile, and closed his eyes again. 

Alexander payed only partially attention to what the ladies of the group said, instead feeling the wind blow briskly in his face and dirty, thick hair. But then the wind started picking up harder and harder, until a piece of board came crashing into the door of the house. Alexander looked up to see a trickle of blood run down Thana's cheek, before she ordered everyone inside, annoyingly specifying Manny to get him inside after the room was cleared. Or more than annoying, it hurt him. But with the wind picking up, he wasn't about to start arguing. Not now. 

[color=662d91]"Come on, Manny. Tea-time's over."[/color] Alexander said to Manny, starting to push himself off the porch with his right foot and hands, leaning against the wall as best he could with the help from Manny. They'd done this countless times over the last year, so the routine was drilled into them like how to clean an M16A1 or set up the radio on his back. With Manny's help and Thana's all-clear, Alexander limped inside with Manny's help into the front room. [color=662d91]"Help me to the couch."[/color] Alexander continued, limping his way over to the couch in the left corner of the room. Slumping down into the couch, dust flying all over the place as he landed, Alexander looked at Thana. [color=662d91]"Manny and I'll hold here. Shout if you'll need help."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.gifer.com/790b.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E14 (Once more, into the breach!)
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Survival, Sword fighting, Shield fighting, Close-quarter combat[/center][hr][hr]

Before Nigel "Hadrian" could even get an straight answer out of their first man of the truck, another one came into view on almost perfect cue, like the antagonist in a Greek play about life and death. Nigel's sword-wielding hand went upwards in a defensive position, ready to anticipate an attack, but he lowered his gladius again when shovel-man just spoke with him. But not before he had started to do what every student of his who thought they were cool and rebellious had done; try to make fun of his Roman equipment. 

Nigel "Hadrian" looked from the man with the shovel, over to Robert with a look of annoyance, and back to Wayne and Hank. He very much wanted to tell them, in good teacher fashion, how the armour and weapons he used was much better than the shovel on his shoulders, but frankly there were bigger issues at hand. [color=#B8860B]"Very funny. But we don't have time for chit-chatting like that; like I said, there's a..."[/color] he started to say back, but being interrupted by the less-than-stable man clearly referencing "Spartacus". Apparently these two characters of milos gloriosus thought his Roman appearance more important than living. 

[color=#B8860B]"Oh for...are you two even listening to me?"[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" managed to say before Wayne, for no good reason charged past him. The reason became clear, but by no means reasonable once Nigel turned around to see the large number of walkers behind him. Robert telling him that they had to help him was clearly his moral side speaking, but Nigel, even if he didn't like those two, couldn't just let him die like that. [color=#B8860B]"The Gods give me strenght, please."[/color] Nigel muttered, lifting the shield off his back and jumping into the fray. 

The group of walkers were bound to surround Wayne, which was certain death. The modern Roman legionary tried to fend off the incoming undead with the shield, but his work with the gladius was far more successful than with his shield. Nigel "Hadrian" hurried forth to Wayne, and with a good thrust of his sword he first stabbed the walker on his left in the throat, forcing him closer before pulling it out and then stabbing it straight in the face. One down, several others to go. [color=#B8860B]"Robert! Stop praying and come help!"[/color]